Chapter 416

Further ahead on the muddy road, Jia Long opened the navigation map, checked the highway route displayed, and followed it.

After speaking, the girl found a relatively clean patch of ground, still wearing her half-dry clothes, and lay down directly.

Looking up at the peerless youth above, everyone felt a wave of helplessness; apart from the three sages present, even Yue Bingxin and Chu Tianmu were startled by Gu Han’s posture.

He Sheng, around twenty-three or twenty-four, had an ordinary appearance, but his movements were swift as wind, his posture steady as a bell, radiating an aura that could not be ignored—he was clearly someone not to be trifled with.

Jiang Pozi directed from the side, while Tian Shi, following her earlier feeling, inhaled deeply, gathered her strength, and then exerted it.

According to Leo’s guess, this vassal’s power likely came from another fragment of Night’s Sigh—a someone had obtained that fragment and drawn power from it to establish a church.

Everyone could clearly see the sandbag-sized fist slowly approaching the Golden Sun’s golden wheel; the immense wind pressure even caused the Golden Sun’s facial muscles to continuously indent.

Though there was no great battle between Qingchi and Chiyuan, and history had changed, Caesar still remained hidden there, for only there were the scientific instruments he needed and the ability to evade all surveillance.

So he found eating with knife and fork strange—not only did he feel odd about it, but Liu Andi also noticed Lin Xuan’s “crude” eating method.

Jing Xi suppressed her urge to probe into Tai Chu’s origins and turned her attention to observing the external environment.

The black-robed man spoke, and the concealed aura he had kept hidden suddenly erupted—stronger by several degrees than the man of Divine Union, reaching the mid-stage of Divine Union.

“Your servant takes his leave.” Though Colonel Long Hui wished to watch the match between the two teams, since General Palma had issued a dismissal, he turned without hesitation and walked out of the general’s office.

“But Third Brother, isn’t rebellion the most serious crime of all? It could unleash catastrophic disasters, endangering the state and your safety—must we have absolute proof before speaking? Isn’t it right to raise suspicions and investigate them? Why is this called slander?” Consort Yang blinked and asked again.

When Rhinefeld looked again at Bro, Bro had already sheathed his sword; the thunder and wind had ceased, the flying sand vanished.

The man’s shout was deliberate, infused with considerable spiritual power; useless to those of Divine Union, it struck like thunder in the ears of all Spirit Solidification and below, instantly silencing the crowd once more.

The battles between Russia’s Twin Emperors and Zhang Chun, Lin Bin, and Zou Yuan were evenly matched; Zhang Chun might have had a slight edge, and with the Three Greats combined, they completely overwhelmed the Tsar and the Baohuang —but victory could not be achieved quickly.

“Uh…” Quewei blinked, utterly confused—she wanted to seek help, but to her left, Red Spider grew more pained; to her right, Butterfly Wing seemed on the verge of tears. She glanced at them twice, and the slave driver’s harsh shouts pierced her eardrums again.

In moments, the soul chain shattered under bombardment; Rhinefeld seized the opening, his soul threading like silk, slipping through its seals.

A toilet they considered grand and luxurious cost only “a hundred taels”—wasn’t that cheap?

Emperor Xuanzong sighed; over the years, he had dealt with numerous cases of ministers’ sons fighting and bickering—never would he listen to only one side. Wang He was a trusted minister who had excelled in leading the Ministry of Revenue to increase income. He also wanted to see whether Li Fei truly acted as arrogantly as Wang Shen claimed.

The group was startled—they had intended to ask about his relationship with Gaiyiluo, but never expected Xianglong to say such a thing. Seeing Xianglong turn and walk away, his demeanor seemed serious. They exchanged glances, then hurried after him.

Some gamblers with bloodshot eyes surged forward again, surrounding A Xin; driven by greed and addiction, they had forgotten that Silver Mask was a powerhouse who could instantly reduce them to pulp.

A Xin seriously considered in his mind whether to find an opportunity to eliminate this guy here—but then he thought: perhaps this guy will die in this arena match anyway.

He saw nothing related to opening the stone door, but noticed a sharp protruding stone on the right corridor; his mind stirred, he turned, leaned his back against it, and began rubbing hard.

I froze—why was this suddenly about the police? Had the Great Zhou corpse been discovered, and had they traced our connection to him?

“This… I lost Zhu Jie’s goods.” Wang Licheng felt this was his only chance.

A Xin let out a startled cry, executed a sudden Dragon Enters Cave, snatched the opponent’s wrist at the last moment, disarmed the sharp diamond claws, and dissipated most of the lizardman’s impact.

Villagers had the habit of climbing mountains to gather herbs; Ma Mou had long been anxious, fearing his family’s dragon vein might be severed by their digging.

Because the Sixteen Strong now held important status and the auction house stored extremely valuable items, the road to the auction hall had been sealed off; only the Sixteen Strong contestants and their accompanying dependents were permitted—all others had been expelled.

He decided: as long as the matter wasn’t before him, he wouldn’t dwell on his future hardships.

“Hmph! Don’t come crying for mercy later!” Anyone hearing this would be displeased, let alone the proud Chu Niu Jun, who now felt a flicker of anger and attacked again without hesitation.

Bing Tianhai’s eyes snapped open, blazing with brilliant light like twin cold stars; after recognizing Ye Zhengfeng’s face, his gaze instantly turned icy, his aura shifting from calm to furious.

But this was a hospital; Li Cheng was no doctor here, nor did he hold any medical license—so even if he wished to save a life, he could not. If he acted rashly, he might be arrested as a fraud.

The group’s expressions changed slightly: Sparta’s Assembly of Citizens had always been a facade; true power resided in the Council of Elders—but the Dionyans’ new government had completely altered Sparta’s power structure.